Hustlin' Daze Lyrics - Singles - Guru

{*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about it, don't talk"*} 

[Guru] 

It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat 

Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps 

Got another beep now it's time to watch a brother creep 

and pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother's deep 

Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long 

You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong 

I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond 

I'll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong 

Yo who's wrong, you never had to live in my shoes 

And my view's, that every second is vital 

The way I see nigga's the way I G it 

A raw ghetto entrepreneur, yeah I be it 

Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks 

I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich 

And get this, bet this, I'm after payola 

The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over 

[Chorus: Donell Jones] 

I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm 

Gotta get the dough to win 

And I'm a baller yeah, baller 

Shot call-errr 

I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel 

For niggaz that want to be actin ill 

All the player haters stay, off my nuts 

while I'm/we handlin business 

[Guru] 

Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit 

This money's comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips 

Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin it real 

Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin my meal 

Late nights, there ain't no time for stage frights 

This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get paid alright? 

No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin my seed 

then I'm completin the deed, so I'm keepin this cheese 

High-priced lawyers, I'm too nice for ya 

Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya 

Controllin the town, holdin it down 

I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm showin you style 

I go in your file, and make you hard to locate 

Delete all your data don't disregard your fate 

I'll off you then I'm off with a honey like suave bola 

Shit I'm livin this life, til my hustlin days are over 

[Chorus] 

[Guru] 

Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don't step out of bounds 

Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound? 

Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber 

I wonder; how many are hopin to take me under? 

NARC's and Feds, throwin darts at my head 

Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread 

Now I'm in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill 

Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill 

Now I'm facin the judge, my name on a folder 

In jail for life, my hustlin days are over